| With torn and bleeding smiles we move on
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| And mouth all different kinds of broken promises
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| Why should our days be spent in denial
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| While counting our faults and ripping our hearts out
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| Let them only see us, while we wear the mask that hides
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| Never let them know us, as the tortured soul inside
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| Feel the hate beneath our feet before the longest mile
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| Say the words we can’t forget, or chose to say otherwise
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| We wear the mask
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| The face you see is not our own
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| It hides our tears and shades our eyes
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| The heart you touched has since grown cold
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| We wear the mask that grins and lies
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| Behind our doors the time cannot be whisked away
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| Crashing and burning, leaving hints of darkness
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| Deep within their withered faces, lines are sunken in
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| We say we’re fine behind the mask
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| We say we’re fine, why do you ask
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| We wear the mask
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| The face you see is not our own
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| It hides our tears and shades our eyes
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| The heart you touched has since grown cold
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| We wear the mask that grins and lies
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| The face you see is not our own
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| It hides our tears and shades our eyes
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| The heart you touched has since grown cold
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| We wear the mask that grins and lies
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| Hear the words they speak and they don’t hear the call
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| Looking forward nothing more to feel at all
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| Until the day they wake and see the damage caused
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| The longest mile is the step you never take at all
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| We wear the mask
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| We wear the mask
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| We wear the mask
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| We wear the mask
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| The face you see is not our own
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| It hides our tears and shades our eyes
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| The heart you touched has since grown cold
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| We wear the mask that grins and lies
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| The face you see is not our own
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| It hides our tears and shades our eyes
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| The heart you touched has since grown cold
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| We wear the mask that grins and lies |